Yarr! Was tat' your ol' mam? I thought she lookied a bit loike ye! Err, matey, I rescued 'er, but... I sorta lost 'er in the big poiles o' gold I pillaged. Err, and when we did foind 'er, the men got a bit..rascally, and I 'ad to...arrr, leave 'er on very faraway arrland. Tharr were lots of black men wit' loincloths and sticks, and a few jumpy tings with tails.

Yarr, oi am drarrdfully sorry.

Arrggh....

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